Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 611 - 384: The Demise of Buddha, The Advancing Daoist: Lijiang, Your Purity Is Too Low!

Yi Chengzi, Yi Chengzi, World-Shocking Pure Yang Yi Chengzi, once again unleashes an ultimate technique, so powerful it chills one to the bone!

Hei Shanzi and others observing the battle from afar had been so shocked by the continuous sudden changes that they were paralyzed with astonishment, witnessing several transformations between offense and defense in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Hei Shanzi couldn't help but break into a cold sweat, knowing it was he who had brought Yi Chen to Fairy Lake. If Yi Chen were to die, even if the Buddhist sects of Central Continent disdained their motley group and spared their lives, how could King Jing let him off easily?

And if Yi Chen were to win... uh... it is said that Yi Taoist's temper is not very good.

"How troublesome!" The City Lord of Qian You, his mind racing, twisted his already furrowed face more fiercely, reminiscent of a high plateau landscape severely scarred by soil erosion.

Zuo Qianfu stared with wide eyes, intently watching the distant sky.

Beneath the round moon, the clear light of the moon that illuminated the night sky suddenly plunged into deep darkness. Visible to the naked eye, countless beams of light converged towards the Daoist's battleground, not a single beam straying, while even denser celestial light surged from the gate of Pure Yang in the sky, blessing the Daoist's domain.

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Calamity! Calamity!!!

Suddenly, a feeling of indescribable fear echoed in the hearts of the cultivators, as if ants were facing the divine judgment of formidable heavenly might.

They all knew that this lull was the quiet before the storm, and what followed would surely be earth-shattering!

In their terror, the cultivators on the ground sat down cross-legged one after another, guarding their core to resist this deep-seated fear.

Zuo Qianfu found himself unable to stand steady, unexpectedly falling to the ground, yet he still tried hard to raise his head high, looking towards the sky.

In an instant, a ray of light burst forth, shattering the boundless darkness.

It seemed as though the divine light, shining like a pardoning of the heavens, made every dark corner bright.

Only then did everyone truly see the figure of the Daoist in the dark domain, as well as the frozen expressions of shock on the faces of the four Buddhist monks.

The Daoist, expressionless, his eyes indifferent.

His body slightly bent, like a shrimp cradling its body, his hands hanging down at a strange angle.

A huge, glowing Holy Halberd spun wildly over his head, stirring up the wind and the clouds, casting down a curtain of light thousands of feet long.

Suddenly, the Daoist moved.

A look of sanctity and sincerity unexpectedly appeared on his face, and his figure abruptly straightened.

"Holocaust! True! Sun!"

"All! Things! Turn! To! Ash!"

Majestic Daoist sounds echoed through heaven and earth!

An immensely blazing light burst forth from the Daoist's Cultivation Body, fiercely shining upon the four monks' Cultivation Bodies.

"Holocaust, Holocaust! What a move, True Sun Holocaust."

"Let Xuan Jie endure this calamity," sighed old monk Xuan Jie.

The old monks of Mount Daguangming, Xuan Jie and Xuan Nan, exchanged glances; two thousand years of cultivation together meant they understood each other completely. In an instant, Xuan Nan understood his elder brother's intention—he was prepared to use his own life to carve a path to survival for him.

An ancient, worn oil lamp was suddenly handed to Xuan Nan by Xuan Jie. Though the lamp appeared dim, it held the hope of escape.

The lamp enveloped Xuan Nan's figure, and within it, the oil rapidly diminished, prompting Xuan Jie's gaze to change once again.

A similar exchange of minds also occurred between the old monk Ku Lin and the Asura Monk.

"Junior brother, use the Jin Lan cassock."

The Jin Lan Cassock, a one-time escape treasure made from the back demonic patterns of the High-Rank Demon Race's blood luojia clan by Kutuo Temple after years of fierce battles with the Demon Realm's experts, allowed for swift flight and was capable of breaking through space repeatedly.

For all the years of Kutuo Temple's foundation, they had only acquired three such cassocks, one was already damaged, and another was in the hands of the Asura Monk.

Ku Lin did not elaborate; he knew the Asura Monk would certainly understand his intention.

When it was impossible to succeed, all they could do was minimize the losses.

"Run! Run!"

"Yi Chengzi has broken through his limits, junior brother, run and bring out the news, we have been tricked."

With a look, Ku Lin and Xuan Jie both roared out simultaneously.

Their bodies burned with intense Buddhist flames, recklessly igniting their own Dao Mastery Realm souls to desperately rush towards Yi Chen's Cultivation Body.

The two stood to the left and the right.

One massive hand rested on the Daoist's left arm, and another on the right, determined to win a fleeting chance for their junior brother to escape.

The desperate struggle of two Dao Mastery ninth level cultivators was not something even the current Yi Chen could take lightly.

He pressed down with a massive hand, suddenly appearing on the necks of the two old monks, one on the left and one on the right.

At that moment, the legs of the old monks Ku Lin and Xuan Jie, below the knees, had already been incinerated by golden flames, turning to golden dust that fell with the wind, and their faces began to melt away like candles, their eyes rapidly disappearing, collapsing into two deep voids.

In the last moments of their lives, they only heard the Daoist's faint sigh.

"The two masters are truly unparalleled, merely using their necks to control one of my hands is impressive,"

"But, don't you know how the 'righteousness' in Yi Chengzi is written?"

Bang!

The Daoist's face twisted fiercely as he exerted force with his hands, grasping the heads of the two old monks and violently smashing them together, instantly turning them into exemplars of righteousness and dao. Their headless bodies abruptly fell into the lake.

"Elder brother!"

The Asura Monk and Xuan Nan both couldn't help but let out a piercing cry of agony. They could never have expected that what had been a seemingly surefire ambush would suddenly turn into such a catastrophe.

As the two monks launched their surprise attack on Yi Chen, the Asura Monk began to make their moves, each casting spells and making hand seals.

As the Vajra Subdues Demons Great Formation, no longer maintained by the four, was illuminated by the Holocaust True Sun, it could only endure for a few moments before shattering with the clatter of vajra staffs, Buddhist bells, ruyi scepters, and cymbals, all falling into the waters of the lake.